First Day

Well, by all accounts, it was a fine first day of school. 

Don't they look so grown up?!

Cinderella made it to all of her classes, wasn't late once, never got lost, and had a friend or two to eat lunch with.  She even likes a couple of her teachers.  Especially Social Studies.  She's already planning a two-week bout with pneumonia when it's time for swimming in Gym Class.  High school could grow on her, she thinks.

Snow White loves half of her teachers and can't wait to actually do a project in art.  She has lots of friends in lots of her classes and lunch hour with her best friends.  This year, for the first time, they split the grades for lunch according to the teacher you have, and she got lucky.

Sleeping Beauty misses having Snow White in her lunch hour; SB got the short end of the stick, she thinks.  She has a few friends in her lunch hour, but none of her really close friends.  She does like most of her classes, though.  Except gym.  She never likes gym, she tells me.  (Who does in middle school?  I never did.  Ick.)

One funny thing--Cinderella decided that to prepare her body for the early hour of seminary, she should get up at 5:30, even though the bus doesn't come until 8:00.  She set her alarm for 5:30, and we all went to bed.  At 12:40 a.m., I hear the girls' shower.  What in the world?  She had thought she heard her alarm and was taking her morning shower.  I checked her alarm--still set for 5:30.  I have no idea what happened.  But, she went back to bed and still got up at 5:30 and watched TV for a while to wake up.  (What is on at that hour in the morning?)  It was quite funny, and will be something to remember always about her very first day of high school. 

The girls brought home a list of supplies their teachers require that were not on the supply list we had.  So, it was off to the store to buy some binders and gym shorts, and more stuff for lunches.  Apparently, even though it's quite lame to bring your lunch to school, that is way better than eating the gross food at school.  Which is fine with me--except for the whining that there is never anything good to take for lunch. 

So, we're back to the normal grind.  Didn't take long to make it feel like business as usual.